I Ruined My Husband's Reputation
In the seventh year of running my jewelry store, a woman came in to order a set of gold jewelry for her future mother-in-law.
As I introduced the designs, I noticed the gold bracelet on her wrist.
It was identical to the one my husband had crafted for me.
Just as I was about to take a closer look, her phone lit up.
The wallpaper was a photo of a couple, and the man in it was Julian Holt, my husband of seven years.
My expression froze. I walked to the far end of the counter and placed a call.
“Honey, do you remember the gold bracelet I asked you to keep when we got engaged? Can you take a photo of it and send it to me?”
There was a brief pause on the other end.
When he spoke, his tone of voice was tense.
“Why are you suddenly asking about the bracelet? I stored it in a bank safe deposit box. It’s probably too late to go get it now. Tomorrow, I’ll bring it to you.”
I smiled and agreed.
After hanging up, I returned to the female customer.